Bang, bang bullets, goes the gun.
Hurry, hurry as you run.
Close your eyes in a frightful panic, 
bustling around you, everones frantic.
Jesus, jesus won't you hear? 
How we need you, need you here.
Footsteps, footsteps getting close, 
Patter, patter like a ghost.
You bring your arms around your head, 
just one bullet, 
BANG....................your dead.                
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